#azalea!toriel

[topazshadowwolf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It is that time of year again. It has been a few years since the first holiday he shared with his henchmen... his boys. Since then, a truce formed between his brother and him, and he has started to take the relationship between him and the Guardian of Balance, Lyra, more seriously. This year, he wants to be special... as life is changing, and for the better.

[topazshadowwolf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter Sum: The boys go look for trees, and the Fire King awakens.

Fic Sum: It is that time of year again. It has been a few years since the first holiday he shared with his henchmen… his boys. Since then, a truce formed between his brother and him, and he has started to take the relationship between him and the Guardian of Balance, Lyra, more seriously. This year, he wants to be special… as life is changing, and for the better.

[topazshadowwolf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kissing happens in this chapter. And some plot. But mostly kissing.

[topazshadowwolf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Two members of this castle home write their Christmas letters. I wonder what they will ask for...

[topazshadowwolf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Now that her world is gone… she is somewhere new and surrounded… and it is all overwhelming.

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BTW, I do have stuff written for Wednesday and plans for Thursday's prompts, but I had two busy days, and Friday, I was just not motivated. So I will be posting those during the late week and continue Soriel through the rest of the month with some FuzzyNight, The House Keeper, and I think I can also update To The Feral and The Broken.

HNBD will be taking a month off (two since... i didn't post July...) and will be updated at some point in Sept.

[topazshadowwolf]

Killer tends to be reckless and his clothes gets a lot rips and tears because this. Azalea stitches they up for him. She actually teaches him to do this himself.

Killer was in the middle of a match in an fps game. He found Dust's character and was about to get the winning shot when his jacket hit him in the face. There was the sound of gunfire, and as he pulled his jacket down, he sees that Cross had shot him. The timer comes to an end, and with that, Cross won.

"If you want to keep this ratty old jacket, you are going to learn to maintain it! Of the three of you, you are the most reckless with your clothes," Azalea huffed.

"you heard the lady, i'm out," Killer said into the headset.

"yeah, s'all good, getting motion sick," Dust mumbled.

"and here i thought my clothes were ratty looking," Horror laughed. "you really ticked her off this time!"

"you're just feeling sore that i won again," Cross replied smugly. That might be true.

Once he turns the game off, he follows her to a room that has now been labeled as the craft or art room. She had him sit at her sewing table, and she gathered the supplies he would need. Killer knew most of this. After all, he helped make Papyrus' battle body. And he also maintained his younger brother's clothing.

But... he got to sit close to Azalea. She was talking to him and not with that usual annoyed tone. Now and then, she would praise his success. And even better was when she would take his hands to guide them to where they should be.

Was he blushing? Most likely... especially as he glanced up at her, seeing the beauty in her expression as he explained the next step with such care and passion for the subject.

"you're so pretty..." Killer mumbled softly.

"What?" She replied and looked back at him.

"uh," He didn't mean to say that out loud, "you know... sowing pun. heh, you're sow pretty."

She shot him a glare, "relentless flirt. Take your jacket and the thread. Stop turning article of clothing you've worn to me with holes."

He complied... him and his stupid mouth... that was a good moment.

[topazshadowwolf]

Azalea dislikes her paws/hands but Killer thinks their cute.

Azalea is too proud to admit it, but her paws do make things more difficult sometimes. It is harder to type with them, for example. Other more dexterous skills, that she has not practiced over hundreds of years, she also struggles to complete. Annoyed and frustrated she will utter curses at herself, aimed at her paws. Then there are the scars on them from the life of being a Toriel from a Fell universe. Each one is a bad memory while also being a reminder that everything she knew and loved is gone.

Yet Killer is amused by her paws. As they grow more familiar with each other, she catches him petting them one day. He plays with the paw pads and even traces the scars with his far more delicate skeleton fingers.

"Amusing yourself?" She inquired while teasingly pulling the paw away then placed it over his face before she gave a playful shove.

The shove doesn't push him much; after all, she wasn't really trying to push him away. Killer just sprung forward and latched onto her paw. "mhm!" He confirmed before petting the fur of her paw again. "how could i not? they are amazing... and cute!"

That shocked her, and she blinked down at him. "My paws amaze you?"

"yup!" He said before he placed the paw back over his face. He spoke more, voice muffled but still understandable. "they are strong... with elegant and soft fur... snowy white like my old home... such soft and squishy paw pads that make your claws extend, and the scars, i am sure they were not happily earned, but they define you from other toriels. so, yeah, lea, just amusing myself with your paws." He pulled the paw back off his face and looked up at her with his smile.

Everything he said was so... sweet... she could feel her face warming as she started to blush. Still, she shot him a glare. "Are you trying to woo me with flattery?"

"is it working?" He replied with a wider grin.

"Pest, leave me be to finish my work," she huffed.

"you didn't deny it! taking it as a win," Killer giggled before turning to leave. He paused at the doorway and looked back at her. "but i meant it, all of it." With that, he left...

Her anger at her paws decreased that day.

[topazshadowwolf]

This one might be kinda dumb. But, I like to think that Killer and Lea listen to those true crime podcasts together.

Kinda dumb? NO! This isn't kinda dumb but awesome!

I can see her being the first to take interest in them. He hangs out and listens to one with her, making comments and puns through it. Before, she was just listening; now, with him there and listening with her, they start sharing thoughts and ideas. It starts to really become a bonding moment and shows her more of his personality beyond the seemingly happy-go-lucky idiot he acts like.